They called us nihilistic, we the latchkey

kids without supervision

as the post war post war children

dictated the every move

in the spirit of Victoria

and didn’t even leave us Jimmy Dean

to rebel alongside, we the latchkey

kids who were taught through the voice

of John Hurt, that sex could kill,

yet we held on to our latchkey

status in hope we could get someone home

to hold us for a while, we the latchkey

kids to whom Aids and the Crack

of dawn were but words to fear